Fucked By 5 French Men In France 8211 Part 1
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Guys, since the lady who’s telling me her story is quite busy, I’m not able to finish this story in 2nd part itself. I will try to finish this in the next part on how she was fucked by 5 guys.
And guys, please don’t ask me for the ladies mail id or any other details. If she has preferred to come out and speak on her own, she could have done it. Since she doesn’t want to have any more new relationship and only wanted to make us happy by sharing her real life incident, she is telling it through me.
I have recently moved to Delhi. Any ladies/girls from Delhi/Chennai who wants to have a friendly relationship or one time affair, can get in touch with me. I’m a good guy(not in looks though) to go with in terms of friendship.. You can reach out to me at
After telling that I was looking so beautiful he was waiting for me to take bath. I went inside and he said not to lock it. He continued that, “Since you are not feeling well, I don’t want to take a risk. So better don’t lock the door and bath.” I started bathing by wearing a towel. He said “Dear, you have hair in your armpits and your pussy. So remove your towel and wash everywhere fully”. After hearing the word pussy from him, it made me feel something special. I acted as if I didn’t listen to him. He came near by door and asked “Do you hear what I’m saying”. I said “Since I’m in shower, I’m not able to hear properly”. Then he said, tomorrow I will check your pussy, you have to shave it properly.
Then he asked me do you have shaver and which brand is it. I said Veet. Then he immediately went to my cupboard. I ran behind him and blocked him from opening the cupboard as I don’t have a cream. I have only the trimmer. He said why don’t you use trimmer directly. I said I like the touch of it.
Boss : If you like touching sensation of your pussy, why are you not using it properly. Atleast in France, you try to be little relaxed and have fun.
Me: No, my brought up is like that. My parents prevent from all these things. I want to be virgin till I get married.
Boss : Consider me as your dad till you are here in France. I will take care of you properly.
He seemed to be a good guy and I also liked being with him. Then I wore the skirt which he presented to me. He was happy to see me in that dress. He kissed me in my cheeks and said see you tomorrow baby. Bye!!!
Next day as usual I went to office and sat in my place. Heard from the colleagues that my boss will be coming in the afternoon only. He came in the afternoon and came directly to me, touched my shoulders and asked are you feeling good now. I said yes. He asked me to come to his room then. I went behind him, when we entered and he hugged me tightly and asked are you fresh today. I said yes. All this time, I was looking at the floor and answering him as I don’t have the courage to look at his face. He asked in my ears how are you feeling, are you ok. I was feeling hot with his hot breathings. Then he asked did you remove your hair baby from your pussy?? I didn’t respond to his and he asked me again doll, did you remove your hair. I said yes I removed already. He suddenly asked then show it to me, I would love to see it. I said no not here in office.
Then he smilingly told so you are ready to show it in your room is it. I realized the mistake what I did and said I didn’t mean it that way.
Boss : ok Baby, doctor called me sometime back and wants to check you again
Me : No, I’m alright today. No need to go to the doctor.
Boss : No, its his duty to check you as a doctor.
Then he took me to the doctors clinic. Doctor was checking one more patient it seems. His assistant went and told him. Then he came after some time and said hi baby you are back. He took us inside. The doctors room was 30 steps distance outside to that place. While walking he put his hand on my shoulder and asked how are you dear. I said I’m fine doctor. Thanks for your help and support. He said no its my duty darling.
I was just trying to remove his hand from my shoulder and failed. His fingers was touching my breasts while walking. He said thanks for coming down to my clinic. I said my boss only forced me to come. By that time we reached his room and boss told the doctor “Check my daughter”.
Doctor : Do you have fever?
Me : I’m perfectly alright
Then the doctor put his stethoscope on my chest and pressed the breasts. It was a real hard feeling for me as I was hot inside and I couldn’t show it fully to him. My breast started becoming hard with his pressing itself. Now boss also came near me and looking at me with love. It was so hot for me after that.
Boss : Baby, did you really removed your hairs??
Me : Yes, but please don’t see
Boss : We have already seen it baby. Don’t be shy.
Doctor : Baby, please remove your hair regularly. Girls like you shouldn’t have hair like that. You should be clean.
My face become reddish after hearing that.
Boss : Baby, please remove your pant, I want to see your pussy.
Me : No
Boss : Don’t you like me
Me : I’m virgin and I want to be virgin till I get married
Doctor : Ok Baby. One deal. You remove all your dress and stand nude in front of us. We will see if your pussy is wet or not. If it is wet, you are also interested in this but you are just afraid.
I didn’t say anything. They came near me and removed one dress after another. Except bra and panty they removed everything from my body. I was feeling shy.
Dr : Baby, do you want to have any drinks. Purely juice, no hot drinks like yesterday
Me : My mind was thinking what will happen once they remove my panty. I know I’m already wet down in my pussy. I said to doctor, it’s ok you can give me hot drinks also.
I just sipped one sip from it and by the same time, my boss removed my panty. I was crossing both my legs to make sure they were not able to see my wetness. But doctor took the panty from my boss, smelled it and found the wetness in it already.
Dr: Wow, you are already wet baby. Saying so he started licking the panty.
I became so horny when I saw him licking it.
Boss: Is it so wet??
Dr: yes. Lots of wetness. Baby is so shy trying to hide her feelings from us
Boss: Don’t touch her pussy. I want to see her dripping cum flow on her thighs and legs
Then they came near me and started licking my ears lips, cheeks. I was in a different world at that time. I was trying to push them away but my mind didn’t give me the power to push them so hardly because even I started enjoying it. They started caressing my boobs when they were licking my face.
Boss : You have a very good sexy body baby. I have been eagerly waiting to fuck an Indian virgin girl for so long time. This is a dream come true for me.
I was losing my control and I couldn’t do much about it. Then boss slowly opened my mouth and kissed me and took out my tongues and started sucking it well. First time I was feeling the taste of something of a saliva but I felt good. Now I put my hand on boss head and push his mouth towards me and I too started kissing him hardly. In the meantime, doctor went out to my belly and was licking it. He was slapping my ass and licking my belly. Now, my boss spitted on my face and started licking it. It was too hot for me though I was totally nude and inside an air conditioned room. He made me open my outh and spitting inside my mouth. I felt like vomiting but I controlled it. I kind of started to like whatever he was doing to me.
Will try to finish in the next part for sure..
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Twitter Porn AccountsFizzy energy rippled through my body, I wanted to leave my desk, get out, and just walk. Staring at my screen, flashbacks of last night pestered my restless mind. Aggravated by the industrious silence, constrained by cream walls and utilitarian furniture, I had to escape. Anne-Pierre liked games and last night was her best one yet. Almost two weeks, five encounters, I thought I had the measure of her; then came the sucker punch. Sat in my office chair, weary muscles pleaded for freedom. ...
TrueI used to work over in the South of France were the weather in the summer was beautiful. Three of the lads I worked with used to rent a villa which had a swimming pool in the garden and its own personal grounds surrounded by a low wall, a road and pathway running by the villa one side and a simular neighbouring villa to which a couple also from the UK rented in there mid 20’s lived. One weekend my two room mates had decided to go home for the weekend, leaving me to the villa and pool for the...
Although this tale is listed under stories it is my diary of what we got up to in France on holiday. Each year we go on holiday I keep a diary of all the things we get up to so that I can re read them in the future to live them in my mind again.We were in the nude resort of Cap D’Agde for our tenth year and each year we have done something more than the year before. One thing that has happened since my last year’s diary is that I went out some weeks ago with a girl friend called Leigh and got...
ExhibitionismCUCKOLD, Shy wife enjoys a holiday in France, We had been working in Chile for two years now when my wife Gail suggested I ask for an extended three-week vacation. A trip to visit her parents in North Carolina and then some private time for holiday. It was too expensive a trip to for just two weeks away.Gail had come to Chile willingly and even seemed to be enjoying my country. It was time for me to be as supportive and I pressed the company for my holiday and it was granted. I was even granted...
She and her brother had after Madges' intervention and instruction been fucking since the weekend her parents when to a wedding leaving Madge in charge. Madge moved out soon after and left the k**s to it, my wife's new favourite thing and a new way of draining her brother balls of cum. The only disappointment was that she rarely got to taste his cum pure as it got mixed up with her pussy juice. Anyway, the annual holiday to France was planned and the weeks before gave the k**s plenty of chances...